[MFM] The Trailer House Hotwife

I pulled into the driveway of a single wide trailer house in the country near San Antonio. I met Jon and Jessica on a swinging site, not expecting much as a solo male. You get a lot of flakes and such on those kinds of sites unfortunately. Her pictures showed her as a thin brunette with hazel eyes long smooth hair reaching below her shoulder blades. The kind of dirty girl who came across as wild, sexually ferocious, and a little bit rough around the edges. She had a lot of tattoos (sexy af), smoked (not so sexy), and had an odd air of danger about her.

Her and her hubby had sent me a few pictures to whet my appetite... her outside the trailer with her jeans pulled down, ass and pussy exposed, looking over her shoulder. They were serious, and I was in a risk taking mood, so I pounced on the opportunity to come over.

Their rules were simple. Condoms were a must, and no kissing. I could live with both of those conditions, no problem. When I arrived, I was a little concerned about being a little ways out of town in a seedy area (even for the country). It was a dangerous thing to do, but that gave it all the more spice and excitement. She answered the door in red satin lingerie, a bra concealing her perky B cups and thong-style smooth silky panties. She was a lot shorter than I am (I'm about 6', broad shoulders... she was more like 5' and very thin).

We went to the living room and had a couple of beers. She was acting as a sort of waitress or servant for a bit bringing us both beers and straightening up the living room in her eye-catching lingerie. Jon was a truck driver, out of town a lot, and they were looking for a steady clean guy who wouldn't get attached. I fit the bill and tonight was our first of a couple of encounters. She sat on the couch by me, and her husband, a bit older and overweight, sat across the way enjoying the conversation.

We talked about music, football, that sort of thing... small talk while we were all a bit giddy to know what was coming and why I was there. She began to get a little handsy, but nothing overt, just a caress of my shoulder and a lot of giggling. I teased back and she cuddled close to me on the couch. After awhile, Jon asked if we wanted to move to the bedroom. There was a little awkward silence, but Jessica grinned and pulled closer to me, nibbling at my ear. We walked back to their room.

The room was a bit trashy, much like the rest of the house. Maybe trashy isn't the right word, but "lived in". The messy bed had black sheets that had some of their dog's hair on it. They weren't fake people for sure. But I wouldn't get long to look around. She immediately lost the bra, pushed against my body, and I squeezed her perfect little tits from behind. Jon took a seat on the bed, still clothed minus his shirt. It wasn't about him though. I was holding a fucking firecracker and while we couldn't kiss, she still pressed me against her neck. It was wildly erotic.

She spun around, smirked a little and lowered herself to release my cock and give me a blowjob. I'm not the sort of guy who needs a blowjob to get hard, so I was already at full mast. She sucked a little, with a small bit of teeth, which is fine. I'm pretty thick so I haven't met many women who can keep from doing that, and she certainly wasn't the kind of girl I'd complain about in that moment.

She laid back on the bed and I dove in to eat her out. Her pussy was flawless and clearly aroused with a slight glisten right between her lips. I lost myself in that pussy for a minute and she tasted divine. Her husband had his arm around her and they were whispering while I was doing my thing. She started to pull me up after just a few seconds...

"Are you clean? Are you sure" she asked.

Stupid brain kicked in... "Yeah, absolutely." I mean, I was clean, but this was not a smart move on a first meet up.

"You better be. If you're lying...." Jon said. It was a little intimidating and probably a huge red flag, but I was raging at that moment and the idea of the absolute taboo of fucking Jessica without a condom was irresistible in the moment... but she wanted me raw.

I slid myself up, Jon backed away to his corner. I wasn't told that this was a cuck thing, but it certainly felt like it. She had fire in her eyes but still wouldn't kiss me.

I took one of her hands and pinned it against the bed above her. I slid into her with no resistance, to the hilt. She arched her back and let out of growling moan, feral almost. I wasted no time thrusting into her, the silky juices of her pussy immediately drooling around the shaft of my cock. Her pussy was built to take a cock like mine.

We fucked fast, and hard... apparently the way she likes it. Being our first meeting, I wasn't sure I was going to last long, and Jon had thankfully melted into the background, probably perving while watching his wife get railed by another man.

Her moans were guttural, and her face twisted in ecstasy. I thrusted harder and harder, almost angry at the wild moans she made. I wouldn't say angry necessarily, but they were... raw moans. Not the porn squealing or muffled whimpers. Full on gravely moans.

As I fucked her harder, I knew this wasn't going to last forever. I wasn't a "minute man" by any stretch, even that night, but she had certainly got hers and I was about to flood her pussy if we didn't work out where the fuck I was supposed to cum.

"Where should I cum?" I said under hurried breaths.

"Fucking cum in my pussy!" The magic words that push any guy over the edge, and I was any guy in that moment. I flooded her pussy, throbbing and shooting thick ropes deep in her missionary. She wrapped her legs around me, shaking, sweat glistening on her chest.

After I came, I stayed there inside her for a moment, her husband getting up to use the restroom or get a beer or who fucking cares. He just stepped away. And she kissed me. Not a full on French kiss, but a kiss anyway. I couldn't have stopped her if I tried.

We cleaned up for the evening, her leading me to the door naked and my cum running down the inside of her thigh. I was fully destressed in that moment. She hugged me at the door, smiled sweetly, and said goodbye.

Luckily for me, I did visit them two more times in the next few months. Once with her solo, the second was a "designated quicky"... both with their own twists and unique trailer-trashy-girl-with-attitude flair. She was a fucking hot pistol, and there's no way I could stay away from that kind of fire for too long.